Iâll never forget that week I binged episodes 1-9 of BBC Sherlock for the first time and the actual tremors I felt from my heteronormative glass shattering at Sherlockâs aborted confession on the tarmac. Â âOh my god oh my god what the fuck oh my god oh no oh no oh no fuck fuck fuck oh NOâ I mean my jaw was fucking wrenched open during that scene as everything I had missed in the past eight episodes punched me directly in the face. Â It was the most memorable, visceral reaction I have ever had while consuming a piece of entertainment. Â That two minutes of television changed my whole fucking life because it exposed me as the fraud that I was, carrying on with a biased system of knowledge i didnât even know was there in the first place. Â Itâs like thinking your brain is the perfect automobile, except out of nowhere you realize youâre not in a car at all, youâre on a plane and flying on autopilot. Â Holy fuck, what the fuck kind of hallucinatory bullshit is that and why is it on my television. Â That scene, my reaction, is the one true reason I stand by the writers, the producers, and their vision for this show, because if what happened to me occurs on a grand scale, history will be made. Â Â Â